The Ugly Truth

The Ugly Truth

The fat man had already helped Mao Shaohui disappear into the distance. Hong Mo looked vaguely in that direction through blurred eyes before finally giving up helplessly. Fat man, you won.

His heart pounded violently, and Hong Mo's thoughts grew hazy. Blood silently dripped from his wounds. After a while, Hong Mo seemed to suddenly wake up and raised his head.

He had actually nearly fallen asleep. If he had truly fallen asleep, perhaps he would never have woken up again.

Hong Mo mocked himself inwardly, tore open his clothes, and began dressing his wounds.

After struggling with it for a while, Hong Mo gave up. With only his right hand, he really wasn't used to it. Looking at the wound on his waist, Hong Mo placed his right hand over it.

Sizzle!

Electric sparks flashed, and the flesh around the wound gave off a scorched stench. Hong Mo's body could not help trembling twice.

Collapsing onto the ground, Hong Mo looked toward the battlefield in the distance, half consumed by ice and half by fire. It appeared that Mu Siyu did not have the upper hand. Was that dispirited man really that strong?

Hong Mo was puzzled. He knew Mu Siyu's strength better than anyone, since they lived together. Perhaps she was still in a weakened state because of her rampage a few days ago.

In an instant, Hong Mo thought of the reason.

Even so, Hong Mo had no intention of going over to help. Energy-type ability users such as those with ice, fire, or corrosive powers were the most troublesome. Just getting close meant being affected by their violently fluctuating energy.

Whenever he had fought Mu Siyu before, Hong Mo had always avoided close contact, because temperatures dozens of degrees below zero were not easy to endure. After resting for a while, Hong Mo stood up.

He should go look for Mu Siyue. After all, she was still the main reason he had come here.

As for the unconscious Shasha, Hong Mo ignored her. He might fight like a madman, but he was not so deranged as to slaughter such a cute little girl.

To be honest, Hong Mo did not hold much hope of finding Mu Siyue. The battle here had been so intense that if anyone had been around, they would have run away long ago.

After searching two floors without finding anything, Hong Mo stopped outside a room on the third floor, breathing slightly heavily.

Grasping the handle, he found it still firmly locked. Hong Mo narrowed his eyes and rested for a moment, gathering what little strength remained in his body. This time, he had really suffered a huge loss. With a dull crash, Hong Mo slammed the door open.

It was a suite, lavishly furnished. Hong Mo swept his gaze around before walking farther inside.

Three naked women lay on an enormous bed. A thin sheet draped hazily over their bodies.

They were three very beautiful women, both in face and figure. But now, a strong smell of semen wafted from them.

They seemed familiar?

Since awakening his ability, Hong Mo's memory had improved greatly. After thinking for a moment, he remembered where he had seen them before. They were among the girls rescued alongside Mu Siyue in online videos.

Ha... ha, hahahaha!

Hong Mo covered his face with his right hand and laughed wildly. Rescued? Damn it, these girls had been rescued onto a bed. For some unknown reason, all three girls had fallen into a deep unconsciousness, completely unaware that their charms were being exposed before a stranger's eyes. Or perhaps they did not care anymore, after all—they had been "trained" by Wang Aoyun.

Though disgusted, Hong Mo knew they were merely victims—victims of this twisted society.

Hong Mo fetched some water from the bathroom and splashed it onto the three women's faces. However, aside from drawing a few moans from them, it had no other effect. Since it was useless, Hong Mo tossed away the teacup and reached out to seize one girl's right hand.

Slender, tender, soft as boneless flesh. But unfortunately, without strength, she could only become someone's plaything.

Under the fierce stimulation of the electric current, the girl's body suddenly convulsed. Only after quite a while did she slowly wake up. Her misty yet beautiful eyes looked at Hong Mo, then at her own naked body. She did not scream. There was only one emotion in her eyes: numbness.

Using the same method, Hong Mo woke all three girls.

"I want to ask you something."

No one answered. Instead, one of them seemed to have been startled awake and crawled toward Hong Mo.

What was she trying to do?

Hong Mo did not stop her. He believed this girl could not threaten him, even though he was very weak right now.

Once that girl moved first, the other two followed, crawling to Hong Mo's side and gently rubbing their breasts against his body. Meanwhile, the woman in front of him trembled as she reached out to undo Hong Mo's belt.

Enough!

Hong Mo understood what the three girls intended to do. Had they already been "trained" into a conditioned reflex? Whenever they saw a man, they would take the initiative to serve him.

"Enough. Stop!" Hong Mo stopped the girl in front of his crotch and sighed.

Hearing Hong Mo's words, the girl trembled all over. "Master, please don't punish me. I'll serve Master properly."

Hong Mo refastened his belt and sat down on the bed. It was not that he wanted to sit there, but there was only one large bed in the room and no chairs.

After Hong Mo sat down, the three girls thought he had agreed and continued crawling toward him.

"I said, stop!" As Hong Mo spoke, he added a trace of the pressure he had learned to wield. As though they had been targeted by a ferocious beast, the three girls shook all over and cowered at the head of the bed.

"Which one of you knows Mu Siyue?" Hong Mo asked.

"No one knows?" Hong Mo's expression darkened.

"May I ask, Master... who is Mu Siyue?" One of the girls finally regained a little normalcy and asked softly.

"Hm? The girl who was rescued together with you." Hong Mo spoke, then suddenly remembered. Rescued? What kind of fucking rescue was that? They had merely fallen from one pit of fire into another.

"The girl who was sent here together with you," Hong Mo explained again.

"Do you mean Xiaoyue? She isn't here."

Xiaoyue? Hong Mo did not know whether the Xiaoyue she meant was Mu Siyue. Still, it was better than knowing nothing.

"Where is she?"

"I don't know. Several people took her somewhere else." Gradually, the woman's speech had become more and more fluent.

Hong Mo lightly tapped his brow with his index finger, a habitual gesture whenever he was thinking. But when he pressed his brow now, he felt a sharp stab of pain. The dent between his brows reminded him that Mao Shaohui had nearly blown his head off with a single shot.

Hmph!

Mu Siyue probably wasn't here. If he had guessed correctly, Mao Shaohui had intended to use Mu Siyue as bait to lure Mu Siyu in. Naturally, he wouldn't have placed the bait somewhere so obvious.

All that effort for nothing!

Hong Mo sighed inwardly and glanced at his left hand, which was already starting to scab over. But this wasn't the time for regret. He needed to warn Mu Siyu to retreat. If they really got surrounded, things would get seriously out of hand.